Voice Lessons Winchester

How To Sing Like Your Favorite Artist pt2

Hello, and welcome. I'm Ryan Higa, professional singer and vocalstiloligerizerist. You might remember me from How To Sing Like Your Favorite Artist part 1. Well this one's completely different. It's not as good. With that being said, welcome to How To Sing Like Your Favorite Artist part 2. Remember that scary movie quot;The Grudgequot;é Make the sound that the little girl in quot;The Grudgequot; makes.

(groaning) Just sing like you normally would sing. ♪ When I met you in the summer! ♪ .and add the little Grudge girl sound. ♪ When I met you in the summer. ♪ ♪ To my heartbeat sound. ♪ ♪ We fell in love. ♪ ♪ As the leaves turned brown. ♪

grunting noises In order to sound like The Weekend, you have to literally make your face frozen to the point where it's numb and you can't feel it anymore. ♪ I can't feel my face when I'm with you. ♪ And once you get the frozen face down, all you have to do is act like you're sad and depressed.

♪ I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone. ♪ And if people can't hear you, just use a megaphone. ♪ I only call you when it's half past. ♪ In order to sound like Fetty Wap, just sing as if you just got hit in the nuts. Or for girls to relate, just make the sound you make when you cut wind. You know, when you get the wind knocked out of you, you make the sound that's like stressed inhale and then just sing like that. Fetty Wap.

Auuugh! ♪ Baby won't you come my wayé ♪ grunting You know when you're yawning and you still try to talk; that sound it makesé yawning All you have to do is sing, while you yawn. yawning ♪ You and me we made a vow. ♪

♪ You say I'm crazy. ♪ ♪ And you don't think. ♪ laughing You know when you're a little kid where you're on the verge of crying but you do your best to try and suck it upé You know, the borderline where you're trying to fight back your tears, because you know once you start crying, you're not gonna be able to stop.

Dean fighting Dean Supernatural 3x10

Hey Dean. Aren't you a handsome son of a gun. We need to talk. I get it, I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it, huhé Joke all you want, smartass. But you can't lie to me I know the truth. I know how dead you are inside.

How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see. It's not gonna work. You're not real! Sure I am I'm you. I don't think so. You see, this is my siesta not yours. All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye bye.

I'm not going anywhere neither are you. Like I said, we need to talk. I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low selfesteem! Then again, it's not much of a life worth saving. (wake up, Dean!) I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and as obedient as an attack dog.

That's not true. Noé What are the things that you wanté What are the things that you dreamé I mean, your caré That's Dad's. Your favourite leather jacketé Dad's! Your musicé Dad's! Do you even have an original thoughté No. All there is, is quot;Watch out for Sammy!quot; quot;Look after your little brother, boy!quot;

You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't youé Clear as a bell. Just shut up. Think about it, all he ever did was train you boss you around. But Sam Sam he doted on. Sam he loved. I mean it, I'm getting angry! Dad knew who you really were.

A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blond little instrument. Your father didn't care whether you lived or died, why should youé! SON OF A BITCH! My father was an obsessed bastard! All that crap you been telling me about protecting Sam that was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family! He's the one who let mum die!

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